You, a mortal, loved Phillip, a vampire; and he loved you.

You helped him overcome his vampire tendencies, and learned to love you more gently. He’d die before he would let himself, or anyone hurt you.

You were laying down on the couch, Phillip laying down on you with his head laying atop your chest, listening to your heartbeat as it pattered underneath your skin, his eyes on the television.

He shifted after a moment, moving his head from your chest, to burying his face into your neck.

You faintly shuddered, surprised by the sudden movement, and maybe even a bit worried; worried that Phillip would lose his cool and nibble or bite you. But you stayed still.

He rested his hand onto the side of your neck, unexpectedly pressing his lips gently against your throat. It never crossed your mind how intimate it was to have Phillip’s lips to your neck, until his teeth grazed your pulse, and realized, he could tear open your throat if he wanted; make you bleed out.

But, he chose to kiss you instead.